Reborn to marry, she no longer wants to be the young master's mother

In the magnificent yet deep palace, Xie Chaochao's fate seemed to be entangled by invisible threads, with no escape. She should have been a phoenix flying in the sky, but because of a marriage contract from her family, she was bound in this small room, like a canary in prison, losing her freedom and dreams.

The boudoir was decorated very elegantly, with light gauze dancing and beaded curtains fluttering. Every inch of the space exuded a faint fragrance, which was carefully extracted from various precious flowers, enough to make anyone yearn for it. However, for Xie Chaochao, all this seemingly beautiful thing was like an invisible cage that isolated her from the outside world.

Emperor Chu Heng, the monarch above all others, always rushed here after court every day, regardless of the criticism of court officials and the jealousy of the harem, just to have a simple dinner with Xie Chaochao. There was an unquestionable firmness in his steps, as if he was announcing to the world that his possession of her was not just a political marriage, but also a deep desire and attachment in his heart.

Whenever the sun sets, the afterglow shines through the delicate window lattices and onto the red carpeted floor, creating mottled light and shadows. At that moment, the whole room seems to be tinged with a gentle and mysterious color. Chu Heng stepped into the threshold, and his eyes instantly locked onto Xie Chaochao, who was sitting by the window, staring into the distance quietly, with a hint of imperceptible melancholy and yearning in her eyes. He couldn't help but feel an indescribable emotion in his heart, both distressed and pitying.

"Chao Chao, did you miss me today?" Chu Heng asked softly, with a hint of tenderness and expectation in his voice. He walked towards her slowly, and every step seemed so cautious, for fear of disturbing this rare tranquility.

Xie Chaochao turned her head, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes as clear as autumn water. She bowed slightly, and her voice was soft but firm: "The emperor is busy with all kinds of affairs, how dare Chaochao ask for anything. I only wish that the emperor will be healthy and the country will prosper."

Chu Heng heard this and smiled bitterly. He knew that Xie Chaochao's heart did not completely belong to him, but this stubbornness and independence made him even more fascinated. He decided to use his sincerity to melt the iceberg in her heart little by little, and let her see that in this deep palace, there was also warmth and hope for them.

Therefore, the daily dinner time became the most precious communication moment between them. Chu Heng would tell interesting stories in the court, and would also listen to Xie Chaochao's yearning and longing for the world outside the palace. In this small space, two lonely hearts began to slowly approach each other, weaving a story about love and freedom, bravery and sacrifice together, and all this was quietly changing their fate, and also filled the entire palace with an unusual atmosphere, which made people curious and full of expectations.

Xie Chaochao sat quietly in the gorgeous dining room. On the table in front of her were various delicacies, steaming and fragrant, but to her, all of them seemed to have lost their color and taste. She sighed softly, and her eyes, which should have been shining with a smart light, were now filled with a faint melancholy. Then, she slowly placed the bowl and chopsticks in her hand on the table, making a subtle but clear sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in this quiet atmosphere.

Emperor Chu Heng, who was sitting not far away, was savoring the delicacies in his bowl and caught this subtle movement inadvertently. He was slightly stunned, then put down his chopsticks, and turned to Xie Chaochao with a gentle but somewhat puzzled look. His deep eyes were full of concern and inquiry: "Chaochao, are you not satisfied with today's food? I remember that these are your favorite dishes on weekdays."

Xie Chaochao's body trembled slightly when she heard this, as if she was touched by an invisible force. She raised her head and looked at Chu Heng, her eyes showing both helplessness and pleading. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it was clearly heard by Chu Heng: "Your Majesty, please...let me go." This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the harmony and tranquility in the dining hall.

Chu Heng's expression suddenly became complicated. He didn't expect that his sincere feelings would be responded to in this way. He stood up and walked slowly towards Xie Chaochao. Every step seemed to carry a heavy weight. He stopped in front of her, looking deep, trying to find the answer from her eyes, but he only saw endless exhaustion and pleading.

"Chao Chao, what do you mean? I think I have treated you well, why are you always so depressed? Could it be that I haven't done something well enough?" There was a hint of imperceptible pain in Chu Heng's voice. He longed to understand and to enter Xie Chaochao's inner world, but found that he could never seem to touch her heart.

Xie Chaochao lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She tried hard not to let them fall, her voice choking with sobs: "Your Majesty, you have given me too much, so much that I cannot bear it. All I ask for is to live according to my own wishes one day, instead of always living in this golden cage, day after day, year after year."

At this moment, the air in the dining room seemed to freeze, and the conversation between the two was like a sharp blade, cutting the softness in each other's hearts. A complex emotion flashed in Chu Heng's eyes, which was shock, heartache, and deep reflection. He realized that perhaps he really needed to re-examine this relationship and find a way to make Xie Chaochao truly happy...

Deep in the magnificent palace, the night was as dark as ink. The moonlight shone through the delicate window lattices, sprinkling on the red carpeted hall, adding a soft and mysterious color to this solemn place. Emperor Chu Heng, wearing a dragon robe with intricate gold thread totems embroidered on the lapels, was majestic and handsome, but at this moment, he was out of character, with a look of indescribable tenderness and struggle in his eyes.

He gently held Xie Chaochao's hand, which was a pair of soft, boneless, and creamy hands. His fingertips trembled slightly, as if he was resisting, but also as if he was expecting. Chu Heng's voice was low and slow, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest, with irresistible power: "Chaochao, I tell you, I will never let you go."

This sentence echoed in the empty hall, carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression, making the air around them seem to freeze. However, immediately afterwards, Chu Heng's tone softened miraculously, and his deep eyes flashed with a complex light, as if he had thousands of words to say: "Because, I love you, love you to the bone marrow, love you so much that I can't control myself."